Month: January 2019

It was 2017, and I was in the midst of working on my Civil and Environmental Engineering Degree at Vermont Technical College. The hardest and most rewarding summer of my career to date was ramping up for me – complete with 12-14 hour work days, road closures, engineering decisions, and (everybody’s favorite) contaminated soils. In addition, and unbeknownst to me at the time, the most important rendezvous of my life was about to take place off a country road on the top of a mountain in Vermont at a little ole Crawfish Boil. It’s funny to look back because if I had to choose the most significant event that happened during my radio silence of the past 18 months on this blog, that Crawfish Boil is it; surpassing graduating with highest honors and superseding my award from the Vermont Society of Engineers as the Student Engineering Technician of the Year. There will be more on all of that in future posts, I’m sure.

I fell off the writing bandwagon because there is only so much a person can do. That and I haven’t liked what writing has been for me. From the time I was a child, it’s always been an escape. I have used words. I have used them as an outlet. They have been a means to an end – a way to compose a jumbled, chaotic mass of passion. I don’t want to use them. I want to invite them to have a voice through me. I want to express truth; a truth that needs my unique, signature sound to be complete. I am hoping, as I go forward, to work with words to explore the life that has been so rich and full and overflowing with beauty, hard work, passion, excellence, discipline, strength, and goodness. It is a gift, this life – even with all of its struggles and hard times and darkness – there is so much to embrace as good. There is so much to be grateful for.

So here I am. Perhaps I will write about swimming. Perhaps I will write about running. What about all those mountains out there I haven’t climbed? And you all remember that I’m a pilot, too, right? Maybe we’ll spend some time capturing the sunlight or exploring a new country. Maybe we’ll have a conversation with the stars or without expectations.

Whatever shape or form or breath or being Miss Adventure Swim takes, I am just happy to be writing again and to embark on the adventure of covering my corner of truth.